Brenda and Hope, dear friends, thank you for always being so kind and encouraging with your comments. I wrote this poem Friday Oct 3rd as I had breakfast out on my balcony, watching 2 little squirrels playing under the big tree that gives me shade most of the day. I made a change here and there and laid it aside to type up and post later on, then carried it and my computer with me out to my son's in Virginia Beach where I would spend the night and help him the next day with my little grandson. Later in the evening, I took the poem out and was going to get it typed and posted but was unable to do it after my son came in and told me he'd just gotten a call from North Carolina that my brother, Buddy Wyatt, had passed away. In spite of my sadness, I could still count my blessings as night settled in, for I had been in close connection for the past several months with my brother. had talked to him on the phone again Tuesday, and he was still praising the Lord though he knew he was getting weaker. He had looked forward to living a little longer, being able to sing and witness some more, but he was ready to go to heaven if God was ready to take him and he looked forward to being united with our loved ones there. He died, leaving all his family with the greatest gift, the knowledge that he knew where he was going and was looking forward to seeing the Lord and his loved ones. I praise my God for the 72 years Buddy was in my life, and I know God will be with me whenever I miss him being here with us. I hope you will share my prayers for the wonderful wife he's left behind, his children and their families, and our sister, who suffered the sudden death of her husband in June, just months after the sudden death of her son-in-law, both from heart attacks. May God be their comfort and refuge. My sister and brother have lived near each other for many years and this is grief added to so much she's already dealing with.
GLYASDI, Shirley